[ Featuring Jonny Dyer, Vicki Swan ]
Just a day, another day
Beneath the Belgian sun
Passed grave on grave and row on row
Until I see the name, John Condon
Carved in stone with harp, the crown
Crosses in the ground
And standing there my silent prayer
Is for a boy who died a soldier
Wee lad who'll not grow old
Heroes who won't come home
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy
Just young recruits in soldiers' boots
From Ireland's shores to here
This living hell, this Poelcapelle
Where young men fell like you, John Condon
And all around, the harp, the crown
Crosses in the ground
Stand up and prove the bitter truth
Of wasted youth that lie forgotten
Wee lad who'll not grow old
Heroes who won't come home
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy
Now tell me John, 'fore I go on
What did you come here for?
With Ireland's bold, your life untold
Fourteen years old, to die a soldier
And all around, the harp, the crown
Crosses in the ground
What cause was served?
So undeserved
Sing out for all their souls
Here they lie in Belgian fields
And Picardy
